Chorus: Mr. Lil' One] Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil', got so many styles Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil',
is paging We're gonna go pull a train on that bitch [VMF] Alright fool, handle your business [Lil' One] Haha I got a page, 9-double-1, Mr. Lil' One Can
be In the streets, yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Lil' One] I keep it moving while we groovin' in the sunshine Give it to me, let me hear it just one time To my
[girl] something told me [lil one] never trust a soul trust no one [repeat] well as I sit I make a fist I'm commin the grips up with the wheel I
the left The they came around, when they heard about the death But no I'm not the one, I'm the Evil Third Son I'm Mr. Lil One, ain't no stoppin 'til
Be! Up, down, do the rock bottom (AYYYY) Up, down, do the rock bottom (AYYYY) Twirl ya arms like the one's running in place (okay) Twirl ya arms like the one
] I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil
I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: Now that we together girl the light's so bright It took a lil'
ya coat Before ya leave slip ya other girlfriend a note Tellin her to shake u and bring back a quote You get my vote for tha one with tha deepest throat
jumped out the window and you gotta be careful when you pick fights and that's what I've learned in this business you just never know... [Lil' Kim]
God damn your body is sayin you lil fly den a plane u hotter then da other flame, Gotta piece model with a nice T-Frame, baby girl like to dance off lil
never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other
Range Simpson Yellow Like Im Rolling Marge. White Cracker Diamonds Syncing Like Young El DeBarge. Coming Back With The Black iDont Know How To Act, Mr
wit me, you ridin' Davins, other spinners, pretenders I got redbones in different states, every one got a pretty face Every one let me grip they waist, every one
my kicks I'ma just keep it straight like no one else Bright colors is here New Boyz, is near, ha! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Tyga] Hah! One verse one hearse
no shit I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil
one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
Mr. Mixx in a deep voice Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked] Mr. Mixx: Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit
